18: Classroom

The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt: #6/ Classroom

Pen Name: Missus T
Pairing/Main Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: M

Fire and Rain Ch18

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Somehow New Years Day wasn’t awkward. I have no idea why, because it should have been. It should have been epically awkward. Not because Edward kissed my forehead at midnight, and I saw into his soul. That moment was between us. What should have made things awkward was the way we woke up—side by side. We were in separate sleeping bags, lying close together with our fingers entwined.

I opened my eyes, slowly at first, anticipating a headache from the champagne. But when I realized where I was and that I was holding someone’s hand, my eyes popped open to find a pair of green eyes staring back at me. My heart pounded. Edward tried to pull his hand away, but I wouldn’t let him. I don’t know why I did it, it was a gut reaction. I didn’t want him to think I was afraid. Well, I was afraid, but I didn’t want to be and that’s what I wanted him to know.

We lay together just looking at each other for a few seconds. I heard something and sat up quickly to see Char and Peter standing in the doorway smiling at us. I looked around the room and was mortified to find Alice and Jasper grinning from the couch and Rose smirking from the recliner. The toilet flushed down the hall letting me know where Emmett was. No one said a word. They had all been smiling, but seemed to school their faces after a minute, not wanting to seem too excited. I totally understood that. I didn’t want to be too excited either.

“Coffee?” Char asked. “The egg-bake is in the oven.”

There were a lot of mumbles and people began to shuffle around, making their way to the kitchen. I glanced back at Edward to find him watching me.

“You okay?” he said quietly.

I nodded, not sure how to explain that I was both okay and freaking out.

Time was frozen as we sat looking at each other. It was another moment like the night before when I felt like Edward was telling me something without saying a word. I had two choices. We could have a conversation about the shift between us, or I could avoid it like the plague. Well, maybe not the plague, like a birthday I wasn’t ready to face. I squeezed his hand, because I wanted to reassure him somehow, and fumbled out of my sleeping bag before going to hide in the bathroom.

I shut the door behind me before I gasped at the stench and remembered Emmett had just been in there. I used the toilet and washed my hands and face quickly, trying to get out of there before I was asphyxiated.

When I made my way into the kitchen I was handed a cup of coffee, and the day went on as if nothing had happened. Edward and I shared a few glances and smiles, but nothing more. We never had a moment to talk in private and I wasn’t entirely sure if that was good or bad.

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We went back to school three days later. Two days after that I was regretting my decision not to talk to Edward while we were at Peter and Char’s.

I’d seen him in the hallways. I’d even caught him peeking into my classroom through the window in the door once. He hadn’t said anything more than hello and I was beginning to wonder if it had all been a dream.

Alice had officially moved into Jasper’s house on New Years day, but she was coming over for dinner because Jasper had a late meeting with a client. It was the night before their engagement party and she’d been burning the candle at both ends so I was making one of her favorites, veggie lasagna with Caesar salad.

“Oh my God, that was so good,” Alice sighed, rubbing her stomach and leaning back in her chair. “I wonder if you could teach Jasper to make it?”


“Cool.” She sipped her wine, and her expression became more serious.


“Are we going to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Seriously, Bella?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m talking about Edward.”

“What about him?” I wasn’t giving anything away that she didn’t already know.

“I saw the way he was looking at you. And I saw the way you were looking back.”

I sighed. “I don’t know what to say. Because I saw him looking at me too, and he hasn’t talked to me since then.”

“I’m sure he’s nervous. You’re his best friend’s widow. That has to be weird.”

“It’s totally weird. I feel like it’s this huge betrayal to even think about Edward like that, but then I think he was Garrett’s best friend, so he would have approved, right?”

“You would know better than I would.”

“But I don’t.” I poured myself more wine even though my glass was still half full. “And I’m still afraid that Edward is just being nice because he feels guilty.”

“It’s not about guilt anymore. The way he looks at you…” she shook her head.

“What do you mean?”

“New Years isn’t the first time I’ve seen him look at you like that. It was just the first time you caught him. B, he really cares about you.”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe he did, but why hasn’t he even talked to me?”

Alice reached over and took my hand. “I’m just assuming that you like him, okay? But I think you have to make the next move. I mean, it’s clear that there’s something between you, but you have to give him permission to pursue you, if that makes sense.”

It didn’t. I had never been the one to make the first move. It was just asking for rejection. Did I really like him? I thought about all of the times we’d spent together. He always knew what to say and how to make me feel better. He let me be myself and he’d taken the good with the bad. We’d had fun and he’d seen me at my absolute worst. I had to admit that I looked forward to spending time with him. We’d been thrown together in a horrible situation in Italy and then gotten to know each other slowly over the last six months. There wasn’t a thing about Edward Cullen that I didn’t like, in fact there were a few things about him that I liked a lot: his eyes, his smile, his laugh… His ass.

“Bells,” Alice squeezed my hand and I focused back on her. “I’m not saying you have to jump him or rush into anything, but you have to let him know that you’re ready for more than friendship.”

“I get it.”

I really did. It made sense. I just didn’t know how I would go about it. Everything I came up with felt very juvenile—I like you, do you like me? Check yes or no. As if she could see me floundering in my mind, Alice came up with a terrifying but brilliant idea.

“He’s driving you to our party tomorrow, right? You’ll have some time alone to talk.”

Yes. I’d have time alone with Edward, but just what the hell was I going to say?

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